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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.