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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.