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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.