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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.