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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.