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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.