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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.