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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Index,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.