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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.