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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.