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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
CMW,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.