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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.