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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Whodini 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.