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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.