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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Can,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.