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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.