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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.