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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.