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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.