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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.