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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.