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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.