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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
ABC,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.