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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.