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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.