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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Can,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.