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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.