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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.