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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.