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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Wire,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.