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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.