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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.