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 Niger 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.