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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.