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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
New Order,
Organ,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.