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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.