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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Television,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
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.