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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.