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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.