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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.