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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.