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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Faust,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.