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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.