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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.