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 Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.