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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.