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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.