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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.