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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Scientists,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.