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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.