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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.