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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.