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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.