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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.