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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.