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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.