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 Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Monolake,
New Order,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.