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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.