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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.