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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.