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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.