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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
UT,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.