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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Qualms,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.