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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.