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 Samoa and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.