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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.