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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.