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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.