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 Lille.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.