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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.