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 China and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.