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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.