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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Lindisfarne 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Cluster,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.