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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Cymande,
The Sound,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.