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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.