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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.