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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.