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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.