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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.