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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.