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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.