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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.