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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.