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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.