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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.