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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
AZ,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.