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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.