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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.