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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.