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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.