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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.