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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.