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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Unwound,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Monolake,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.