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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.