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 Costa Rica 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.