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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.