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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.