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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.