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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.