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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.