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 Mali 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.