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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.