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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.