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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Smog,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.