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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.