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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.