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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.