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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.