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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.