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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.