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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.