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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.