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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.