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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.