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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.