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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.