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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.