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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.