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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.