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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.