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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.