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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Mars,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.