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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.