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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.