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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Names to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Pole,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.