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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.