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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.