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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.