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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.