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 Togo 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.