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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.