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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.