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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.