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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.