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 Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.