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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.