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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.