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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.