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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.