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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.