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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.