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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.