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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.