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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.