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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.