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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.