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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.