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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.