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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.