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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
X-101,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Ossler,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.