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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Pagans,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.