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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.