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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.