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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.