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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Make Up,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.