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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.