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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.