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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Mars,
cv313,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.