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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.