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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.