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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.