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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.