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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.