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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.