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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.