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 Namibia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.