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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Television,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.