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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.