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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.