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 France and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.