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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
UT,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.