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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.