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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.