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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Sound to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.