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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
The Index,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.