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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.