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 Malta 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Mars,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.