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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.