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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.