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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.