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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Franke,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.