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 Tonga and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
The Saints,
The Index,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.