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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.