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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Visage,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.