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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Monks to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.