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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.