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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.