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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.