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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.