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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.