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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Japan,
June Days,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.