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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.