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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.