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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 June Days to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.