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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.