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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.