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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.