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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
UT,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.