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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.