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 Zimbabwe 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.