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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Crime,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.