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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.