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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.