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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.