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 India and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.