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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.