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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Moebius to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.