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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.