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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.