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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.