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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.