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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.