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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.