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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Gories,
the Association,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.