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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.