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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Wire,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.