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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.