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 Iran 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.