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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.