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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.