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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.