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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.