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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.