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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.