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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.