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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.