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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.