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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Doors,
CMW,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
June Days,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.