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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.