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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Visage,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Crime,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.