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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.