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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.