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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alton Ellis 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.