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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.