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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.