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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
PIL,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.