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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.