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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Fear,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.