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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
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 Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.