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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.