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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.