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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.