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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.