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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
UT,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.