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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.