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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.