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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.