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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.