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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.