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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.