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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.