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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Can,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.