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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.