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 Tuvalu 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.