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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.