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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Can to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.