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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.