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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.