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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.