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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.