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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.