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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.