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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.