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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.