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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.