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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.