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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.