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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.