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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.