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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.