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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.