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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Faust,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.