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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
X-102,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.