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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.