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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.