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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.