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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.