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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.