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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.