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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.