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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
New Order,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.