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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.