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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Swans,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.