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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.