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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Organ,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Slave,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.