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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Slave,
Gong,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.