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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.