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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.