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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.