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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.