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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
AZ,
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.