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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.