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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Arcadia,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.