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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.