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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.