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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.