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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.