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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Can,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.