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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Can,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Fear,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.