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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.