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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.