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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.