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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.