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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.