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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.