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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Cameo,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.