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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.