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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.