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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.