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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Television,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.