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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Byron Stingily 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?
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.