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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.