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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scion to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Nico,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.