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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.