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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.