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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
CMW,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.