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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.