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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.