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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.