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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.