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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.