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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.