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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.