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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.