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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.