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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.