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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.