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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.