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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.