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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.