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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.