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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.