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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.