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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 John Holt 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.