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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Gong,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.