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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.