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 Iran and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.