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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.