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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
X-101,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.