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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.