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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.