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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.