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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.