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 Iceland and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.