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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.