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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Unwound,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.