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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.