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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Sound,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.