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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.