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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.