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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Smog,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.