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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.