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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Enemy 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.