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 France and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.