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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.