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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.