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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.