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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
X-101,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.