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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.