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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.