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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 John Holt to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.