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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.