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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.