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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio 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 grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.