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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.