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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.