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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.