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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.