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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.