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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.