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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Brick,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Franke,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.