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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Q65,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.