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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.