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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.