Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.