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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.