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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.