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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.