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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.