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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.