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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.