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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.