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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.