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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.