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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.