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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.