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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.