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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.