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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.