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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.