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 Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.