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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.