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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.