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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.