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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.