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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.