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 Chad 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.