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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.