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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.