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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.