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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.