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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
MDC,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.