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 Jakarta.
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 London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.