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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Nico to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.