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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Names,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.