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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Make Up,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.