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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.