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 Niger 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.