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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.