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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
The Saints,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.