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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.