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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Fear,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.