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 Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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 Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Ronan,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.