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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.