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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.