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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
The Index,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.