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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.