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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.