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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.