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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.