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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The Names,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.