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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Residents,
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.