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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 rhodes 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.