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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.