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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Index,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.