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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.