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 Afghanistan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.