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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.