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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.