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 Norway 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
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.