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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.