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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.