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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.