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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.