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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.