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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.