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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.