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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.