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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.