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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.