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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.