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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.