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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.