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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.