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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.