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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.