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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.