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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.