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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.