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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.