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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.