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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.