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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.