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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.