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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.