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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Janne Schatter 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.