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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.