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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
New Order,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.