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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.