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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.