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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.