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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.