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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.