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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.