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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.