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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.