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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Yaz,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.