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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.