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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.