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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.