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 China and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.