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 Barbados 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.