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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.