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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.