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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Martian,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.