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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
the Slits,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.