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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.