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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.