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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.