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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.