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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.