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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.