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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.