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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.