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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.