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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.