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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.