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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.