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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.