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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.