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 France and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.