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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.