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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.