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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Television,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.