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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.