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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.