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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Ronan,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.