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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Scientists,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.