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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.