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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.