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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.