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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.