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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
MDC,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.