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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.