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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.