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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.