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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.