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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Swans,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.