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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.