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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 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 Ronan to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.