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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.