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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.